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Into a Bush, under whofe Bushes shade
A Lioness, with Udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching Head on Ground, with Catlike warch
When that the sleeping Man should stir; for 'cis
The Royal Disposition of that Beast
To prey on nothing that doch seem as dead;
This seen, Orlando did approach the Man,
And found it was his Brother, his elder Brother.

Cel. O I have heard him speak of that fame Brother,
And he did render him the most urnatural,
That liv'd amongst Men.

Oli. And well he might fo do, For well I know he was unnatural.

Rof. But to Orlando; did he leave him there Food to the fuck'd and hungry Lioness :

Oli. Twice did he turn his Back, and purpos'd fo;
But Kindness nobler ever than Revenge,
And Nature stronger than his just Occasion,
Made him give Battel to the Lioness,
Who quickly fell before him, in which hurtling
From miserable Slumber I awak’d.

Cel. Are you his Brother?
Ros. Was't you he rescu'd?
Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

Oli. 'Twas I ; but ’ris not I; I do not shame
To tell you what I was, fince my Conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Ros. But for the bloody Napkin?

Oli. By and by. When from the first to laft, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath’d, As how I came into that defart Place. In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke, Who gave me fresh Array and Entertainment, Committing me unto my Brother's Love, Who led me instantly unto his Cave, There ftrip'd himself, and here upon his Arm The Lioness had torn some Flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd in fainting upon Rosalind.

Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his Wound,
And after some small space, being strong at Heart,
He sent me hither, Stranger as I am,
To tell this Story, that you might excuse
His broken Promise, and to give this Napkin,
Dy'd in his Blood, unto the Shepherd Youth,
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.

Cel. Why, how now Ganimed, sweet Ganimed?
Oli, Many will fwoon when they do look on Blood.
Cel. There is no more in it : Cousin Ganimed. !
Oli. Look, he recovers.
Ror. I would I were at home.
Cel. We'll lead


thither. I pray you take him by the Arm.

Oli. Be of good cheer, Youth; you a Man? You lack a Man's Heart.

Ros; I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your Brother how well I counterfeited: Heigh-ho.

Oli. This was not coupterfeit, there is too great Testimony in your Complexion, that it was pallion of Earneft.

Rof. Counterfeit, I assure you.

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a Man.

Ros, So I do: But i'faith, I should have been a Woman by right.

Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you draw homewards; good Sir, go with us.

Oli. That will I; for I must bear answer back. How you excuse my Brother, Rosalinda

Ros. I shall devise something ; but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go? [Examni.


SCENE the Forest.

Enter Clown and Audrey, Clo. E shall find a time, Andrey; patience, gentle

And, Faith the Priest was good enough, for all the old Gentleman's saying: Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Andrey, a most vile Mar

But Andrey, there is a Youth here in the Forest lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis ; he hath no Interest in me in the World; here comes the Man you mean.

Enter William. Clo, It is Meat and Drink to me to see a Clown; by my troth, we that have good Wits have much to answer for : we shall be flouring; we cannot hold.

Will. Good Ev'n, Audrey.
And, God ye good Ev'n, Williams
Will. And good Ev'n to you, Sir.

Clo. Good Ev'n, gentle Friend. Cover thy Head, cover thy Head; nay, prethee be coverd. How old are you, Friend?

Will. Five and twenty, Sir.
Clo. A ripe Age: Is thy Name William ?
Will. William, Sir,
Clo. A fair Name. Was't born i'th' Forest here?
Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: A good answer:
Art Rich?

Will. 'Faith, Sir, ro, fo.

Clo. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so, so. Art thou wise ?

Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty Wit.

Clo. Why, thou fay'st well : I do now remember a Saya ing, The Fool doth think he is wife, but the Wise Man knows himself to be a Fool. The Heathen Philosopher



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when he had a Desire to eat a Grape, would open his Lips
when he put it into his Mouth, meaning thereby, that
Grapes were made to eat, and Lips to open.
You do love this Maid?

Will. I do, Sir.
Clo. Give me your Hand: Art thou learned?
Will. No, Sir,

Clo. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have. For it is a Figure in Rhetorick, that Drink being poured out of Cup into a Glass, by filling the one doth empty the other. For all your Writers do consent, that ipse is he: Now you are not ipse; for I am he.

Will. Which he, Sir?

Clo. He, Sir, that must marry this Woman; therefore you Clown, abandon; which is in the Vulgar, leave the Society; which in the Boorish, is Company, of this Female; which in the Common, is Woman; which together, is, abandon the Society of this Female; or, Clown, thou perishest; or to thy better Understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy Life into Death, thy Liberty into Bondage; I will deal in Poyfon with thee, or in Bastinado, or in Steel; I will bandy with thee in Fa&ion, I will o'errun thee with Policy, I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.
Will. God rest; you merry, Sir.

Enter Corin.
Cor. Our Master and Mistress seek

you; come away, away.

Clo. Trip Audrey, trip Audrey; I attend,
I attend.

[Exeunt. SCENE II.


Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't possible, that on so little Acquaintance you should like her? That, but seeing, you should love her? And loving, woo? and wooing, The Mould grant? And will you persevere to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the Giddiness of it in question, the Poverty of her, the small Acquaintance, my sudden Wooing, VOL. II.


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nor her sudden consenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, thar we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good: Form Father's House, and all the Revenue, that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a Shepherd.

Enter Roalind.
Orla. You have my Consent.
Let your Wedding be to Morrow; thither will I
Invite the Duke, and all's contented Followers:

and prepare Aliena; for look you, Here comes my Rosalind.

Roj. God save you, Brother.
Orla. And you, fair Sister.

Ros. Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy Heart in a Scarf.

Orla. It is my Arm. Ros. I thought thy Heart had been wounded with the Claws of a Lion.

Orla. Wounded it is, but with the Eyes of a Lady.

Rof. Did your Brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwound, when he shew'd me your Handkerchief?

Orla. Ay, and greater Wonders than that.

Rof. O, I know where you are : Nay, 'tis true : There was never any thing so fudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Casar's Thrasonical Brag, of, I came, faw, and overcame: For your Brother, and my Sister, no sooner met, but they look’d; no sooner look'd, but they lov'd; no sooner lov’d, but they fighd; no sooner sigh’d, but they ask'd one another the Reason; no sooner knew the Reason, but they fought the Remedy; and in these Degrees have they made a Pair of Stairs to Marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before Marriage; they are in the very Wrath of Love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part

them. Orla. They shall be married to Morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But o, how bitter a thing it is to look into Happiness through another Man's Eyes; by so much the more shall I to Morrow be at the Height of HeartHeavines, by how much I shall think my Brother happy, in having what he wilhes for.


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